Manna Beast
I don't trust trees. They're shady.
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- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- All day, every day
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- -Fantasy with means of magic and sword based feelings, i do prefer a bit of romance in stories
-Modern with again a fantasy feel
-Cut in anything with a bit of Romance and I can give it a try.
Between Feb 15th to Feb 29th, vote on that of which Valentine's tickles your fancy! At the end of the month, the winner will get a 50$ Steam Gift Card in CAD (remember, I'm canadian so thats a lotta American money). Also please note that if you are the winner, we gotta be steam friends for 3 days before Steam allows money to be gifted. It's dumb but that's how they work.
Now, on to the fantastic Valentines!
SUBMISSIONS (Limit one per person)
I love them like the earth loves the sun; with an unending necessity to feel warm
I love them like Pluto loved the sun; from afar and growing increasingly colder
And in between the hot and cold of their love, I grew weak and never bolder
And in between being near and at the same, so far away, I grew bright in a storm
I love them like a cup of hot tea on a chilly night; with a soul deep and loving sigh
I love them like a cool breeze on a hot day; with the wavering of shoulders in relief
And with goosebumps and the heat in my hands, I watched them in grief
And with the dripping of sweat from off my forehead, I watched them cry
I love them like the sunrise after a restless night; with a shudder and then growing ease
I love them like the ocean on a coves beach; with hesitancy and sometimes with a flood
And when I touch them (for hours too short), I wonder how to wash them from my blood
And when I touch them (for seconds too long), I wonder how we'll ever be enough to please
To love and to be loved is to be hopefully hopeful, hopelessly hopeless, and nothing at all too
It's as bitter as the rind of a lemon, and as sweet as suckling the honey straight from a bees comb
It's as cold and dull as always being lost, and as warm and dazzling as always having a home
To love and to be loved is to be hopelessly hopeful, hopefully hopeless, and everything else too
Now, on to the fantastic Valentines!
SUBMISSIONS (Limit one per person)
If I had to give love a reason;
I'd compare it to the four seasons.
For it is like;
Watching spring flowers bloom.
The heated grace like summer sun.
Growing old like autumn leaves.
Finding cover in a winter blanket.
If love had a reason;
I'd like it to be like the seasons.
Fresh like the spring breeze;
Passionate like the summer heat;
Colourful like the autumn trees;
And pure like the first winter's snow.
I'd compare it to the four seasons.
For it is like;
Watching spring flowers bloom.
The heated grace like summer sun.
Growing old like autumn leaves.
Finding cover in a winter blanket.
If love had a reason;
I'd like it to be like the seasons.
Fresh like the spring breeze;
Passionate like the summer heat;
Colourful like the autumn trees;
And pure like the first winter's snow.
There is Love in every corner
The high ebbs and the low flows,
I'll be in your corner
Just don't let go.
The high ebbs and the low flows,
I'll be in your corner
Just don't let go.
Of Luck and Plan
Come to when the ancients roamed our world
Two beings opened their eyes and twirled
Mankind's destiny and their druthers
Affecting Time and Life and all the others.
She was Fate; "Everything's determined."
Soul-mates and destinies and 'as planned'
He was Chance; "Coincidence maybe?"
Of meetings, stumbles, and 'hey there, baby'
Competition's fierce between the two
When love is involved, they are there too.
Up until now, one could feel them fighting
The childhood friend or the very first meeting?
She weaves everything from start to finish
Organized plans with a little bit of lavish
"You are no fun," he would always tease.
"You know the ending, spare me that, please."
Randomness and chaos, that's how he moves
Mostly letting them meet through the power of booze
"Why are you like this?" she would always ask
"Letting them be is such a rask."
"Let them choose their ending, Destiny."
"They fell in love, even if it was a tragedy."
"They are siblings. Have you no conscience?"
"It's romantic. Shut your mouth, Chance."
"And once again you're here to disturb."
She throws Cupid and looked quite perturbed.
He grins knowing what has happened
"Humans are not meant to fall in love with an island."
And so the story goes, this little tug-of-war
Both then agreed to split, and be afar
Separate ways, they finally went
Creating epics, and legends, and stories god-sent.
Eras came and went with them living on their own.
Then one day they met, oh, how they've grown.
"Well, look who I run into," she smiled with glee.
He grinned then. "Baby, this was meant to be."
Come to when the ancients roamed our world
Two beings opened their eyes and twirled
Mankind's destiny and their druthers
Affecting Time and Life and all the others.
She was Fate; "Everything's determined."
Soul-mates and destinies and 'as planned'
He was Chance; "Coincidence maybe?"
Of meetings, stumbles, and 'hey there, baby'
Competition's fierce between the two
When love is involved, they are there too.
Up until now, one could feel them fighting
The childhood friend or the very first meeting?
She weaves everything from start to finish
Organized plans with a little bit of lavish
"You are no fun," he would always tease.
"You know the ending, spare me that, please."
Randomness and chaos, that's how he moves
Mostly letting them meet through the power of booze
"Why are you like this?" she would always ask
"Letting them be is such a rask."
"Let them choose their ending, Destiny."
"They fell in love, even if it was a tragedy."
"They are siblings. Have you no conscience?"
"It's romantic. Shut your mouth, Chance."
"And once again you're here to disturb."
She throws Cupid and looked quite perturbed.
He grins knowing what has happened
"Humans are not meant to fall in love with an island."
And so the story goes, this little tug-of-war
Both then agreed to split, and be afar
Separate ways, they finally went
Creating epics, and legends, and stories god-sent.
Eras came and went with them living on their own.
Then one day they met, oh, how they've grown.
"Well, look who I run into," she smiled with glee.
He grinned then. "Baby, this was meant to be."
The Contrariness of Love
And a box of chocolates to sweeten the pot
And a box of chocolates to sweeten the pot
I love them like Pluto loved the sun; from afar and growing increasingly colder
And in between the hot and cold of their love, I grew weak and never bolder
And in between being near and at the same, so far away, I grew bright in a storm
I love them like a cup of hot tea on a chilly night; with a soul deep and loving sigh
I love them like a cool breeze on a hot day; with the wavering of shoulders in relief
And with goosebumps and the heat in my hands, I watched them in grief
And with the dripping of sweat from off my forehead, I watched them cry
I love them like the sunrise after a restless night; with a shudder and then growing ease
I love them like the ocean on a coves beach; with hesitancy and sometimes with a flood
And when I touch them (for hours too short), I wonder how to wash them from my blood
And when I touch them (for seconds too long), I wonder how we'll ever be enough to please
To love and to be loved is to be hopefully hopeful, hopelessly hopeless, and nothing at all too
It's as bitter as the rind of a lemon, and as sweet as suckling the honey straight from a bees comb
It's as cold and dull as always being lost, and as warm and dazzling as always having a home
To love and to be loved is to be hopelessly hopeful, hopefully hopeless, and everything else too
♡
